All Chapters of Taken By My Brother's Dangerous Best Friend: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The screaming was constant. Blood flowed in rivers. None of it fazed the psychopath. He even learned how to bandage and suture wounds to keep them alive longer. He said it was death by a thousand cuts, but I swear it was always more. Countless mutilated corpses. Teeth and organs littering the ground. Ghostblade had people looking down in reverence when he entered a room. I was no exception. "You are happy, right? You and Marino… your fucked up set up. JR—" he said, and something inside me broke. An innocence I thought I gave up long ago came rushing to the surface. My pride would not let me say no. Not okay. I don't know how to escape. I love padre, but I hate him too. Fucking help me. Kill him. Make him let me go. I'm completely fucked up in the head. "All good, Sottocapo," I said, instead of he's going to kill the man I love. Please save me, like you said you would. Before you aband

"What about Marino and everything he's done for you? He raised you, trained you, gave you purpose. You're his most trusted confidant. What about your fucking loyal to him?" My pulse picked up speed for the first time since leaving my room. The air cracked with the sounds of punches being thrown. Sharp grunts, the dull thuds of flesh on flesh. I froze on the stairs, clutching my side as pain radiated outward, my breath coming in shallow gasps. No matter what, Lance and Chance were brothers. Chance valued that above all else. Then again, I thought that about Lance a few weeks ago. That was why I never moved forward with the plan to kill him. No part of me believed Goremaster would hurt Ghostblade or vice versa. Now, as tension rose and they proved me wrong, my stomach dropped. The stench of impending doom was in the air. The writing was on the wall. Something horrible was about to happen on that rooftop. Had to get up there. Stop them. We could flee. All of us. Together. We could

She lashed out, her voice cracking with betrayal. "You don't actually believe that, do you? Killing Lance means you owe me. I was your fucking sister too once. You abandoned me. I never became your wife, did I? Stayed Marino's whore instead. Now you're sending me straight to my death." Suspicions nagged at me for months. Had JR orchestrated Lance's rooftop confrontation? Manipulated his jealousy of me becoming Marino's erede and Sottocapo to her advantage? I couldn't quite believe it, that Lance planned my murder, but in this world, doubt meant death. "You won't die," I assured her. "Marino's obsessed with getting you back. Word is his health is failing fast. For all I know, you're heading straight to becoming Sottocapo. Mafia queen. Eventually, you'll rule it all." "You're delusional," she spat. "Just soothing your guilty conscience—" The door burst open then, splintering the tense air. Tino stood there with two burly men flanking him, their faces impassive masks of duty. "I d

Suki huddled nearby, clinging to Johnny's shirt, confused and scared."Mommy? When can we go home?" Suki asked and every set of eyes in the room looked down, as though we were in mourning already. My blood boiled at the sight of Johnny, the betrayer, attached to Ren like he had any right to be sorry. Fucking baby? "What the fuck is this?" I whispered to Jack under my breath, a lump in my throat as the melancholy in the room hit me head on. "Apparently Ren and Johnny got real close real fast. It seems he didn't go after JR just to avenge Liam. He wanted to prove himself worthy to Ren," Jack answered quietly, then added, "Keep it together, Chance. It's Ren's last moments. Johnny just found out what happened. Plus Suki just got here too. All Ren has seen is blood and death for months. Let her have some peace."Instead of ripping Johnny limb from limb, I granted Jack's request and tore into myself instead. Where was I all that time? Thousands of miles away from the blood feud, pretend

While I could not live with her hating me, I sure as shit wasn't living with knowing someone else was fucking my pussy. "That's not how break ups work," she cried out with a roar, two orgasms doubling down to ripple through her. One, two, wave after wave. I didn't stop pounding into her. She needed to know what she was giving up if she rejected my love. Fucking only I would ever love her. Kiss her. Laugh with her. Fuck her. She could leave me if she wanted to, but we'd both be fucked forevermore. Lost and miserable without each other. That was the price of her freedom. "I'm a mobster, Olivia. A monster. A bad guy. I don't give a fuck. I'll stalk you for life," I promised, voice rough with emotion. "Install cameras in your room. Home. Apartment. Wherever you end up. I'd watch you play with your cunt in the shower every day like back on the island while fisting my dick. That's the only release I'll permit either of us. Your cunt will remain free use for m